Made of Fog

I want fire, heat and volcano,

and you are made of snow.

I want the sea,

the foam and the salt,

and your are dried.

I want the sun and the light

and your are made of fog.

I want a flower, a colour,

that my face dances in your mind

that your chest melts with mine,

that your eyes, my eyes find.

But you are made of stone.

I want a flavour, a shout,

that your mouth bathes my mouth,

that your fingers

escape from your hands

and search me.

But I never find you.

I want words made of sugar

and little verses

I want you to seek the Moon

in my body

and that you fly slowly

looking for tides

I want that you tie

your skin to my soul

just for a moment.

But don't have you